The Refugee Poem by Tanni Bose

The unloved bell resonate, he awakens
washes his gloomy face, but wishes he could sleep
sleep to eternity.
Old faithful eyes stare at the alien environs,
soul takes refuge in tears.
Blue tears fill the eyes, but
deny to descend down to the unfamiliar soil.
Faithful eyes decline to see the strange land,
sociable feet say no to progress.
The congested camp with dead people
no urge to survive.
He smiles now and envies his own self.
Fortunate is the mind
that is still accompanied with old memories,
when other physical features fail to hold on to them.
“I die; I die every day, his voice rings
I am a refugee, my dejected heart sings”.

Days and months pass, the mind covers ages,
He takes refuge in the Lord and now his thought changes.
The land is no more an alien
the people no more strange,
the soil has the essence
to make a new plant raise.
Ensure trust and faith, embrace every new breath
there is a new start and anew race.